The Blood of My Blood
Acrylic on canvas.
12 x 12
Nearly 18 years ago I was painting alone in my studio space. I was at the point of great discovery in my art process, so much time ahead for me creatively... I felt less pressure then. During this evening, I felt the presence of my late Grandfather hovering behind me. In this moment, I painted black spray paint over a lace fabric stencil onto a yellow canvas… what appeared before me was a line of trees descending off into the background. I knew at that very moment I had connected to something beautiful.
The tree series brought me great success in the studio and helped me create a name as an artist. The beauty of the trees was never lost on me however, I wanted to continue to grow and push myself. I wanted to find my way through to new styles, new meanings and ultimate creative truth so I began to paint the trees less and less.